Elizabeth's Bondage Boxed Set 1-5

by Nikki Sex

  12. Face, Mouth, and Breasts

  Aching now with urgent desire, André's hands tightened against her and he pulled her back and forth, faster and faster, moving her head with his fingers tangled in her hair. Most women enjoyed having their hair pulled, he knew, which was fortunate for them, as he liked to pull it.

  "Elizabeth," he growled, and he knew his voice carried an indomitable threat. "Do not take your eyes from mine. Look at me. I want to watch you take my cum."

  She nodded her agreement, making an inarticulate 'uh huh' sound around the thick cock that filled her mouth. Elizabeth looked up at him, and all he could see in her eyes was a kind of bliss-filled rapture.

  The mirror was such a turn on, seeing himself slide balls–deep in and out of her mouth. The woman moaned constantly now, worshipping his cock, wanting him to climax. Goaded by the needy sounds she made, André began to grunt and thrust in short fast strokes.

  The sensation of her wet lips tight upon him, her tongue flicking, and her mouth sucking him, overcame all his resistance. His buttocks, hips and thighs flexed hard - while his testicles tightened. His pulsing shaft convulsed and swelled as blood and semen shot into it.

  "Now. Open," he demanded, pulling out of her and continuing to pump himself with his hand.

  Elizabeth obediently opened her swollen lips wide. André gave a low primal growl as his cock spurted blinding pulses of release, his hot thick cum jetting over her in long ropy strands. André jacked off onto Elizabeth's face, into her mouth, and across her breasts. He saw her blink when he shot his load on her cheeks and nose and was thrilled when her eyes widened with surprise.

  André expelled a deep breath of satisfaction - the woman was covered in his seed. The potent smell of his cum filled the air, mixing with the heavy scent of her unique feminine honey. Emptied of all ejaculate, breathing hard and utterly released, André touched the rounded head of his cock against Elizabeth's cheek, intentionally moving it through his slick cum, enjoying the sensation of rubbing it along her pale, soft skin.

  Elizabeth, flushed and aroused, immediately turned her head in order to lick him, taking him into her mouth and suckling his still erect shaft with genuine delight. André softly chuckled while watching her pay homage to his cock, enthusiastically cleaning it with her tongue, listening to the eager sounds of her enjoyment at attending to this service, lapping and swallowing every drop of his male essence. Elizabeth's eyes were shut with pleasure.

  André tapped her chin, getting her attention and she opened them, looking up at him with dark, lust-dilated pupils. He smiled down at her approvingly, and with his hand on her forehead, pulled his now clean cock from her mouth. Then he sat down heavily on the ottoman, one hand possessively gripping the nape of Elizabeth's neck.

  "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair with sensual affection. André stood up and took a handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket that was draped on the back of his chair, and wiped his cum from her face and breasts. Then he released both of her nipple clamps, licking and sucking each smarting nipple in turn to ease away the sting. Her nipples were huge, extended, swollen and red. Elizabeth made small plaintive sounds as he freed them.

  To distract her from this ache he slid his hand down, sliding under her G string, between her legs, cupping her swollen pussy. Her slick channel spasmed instantly with his touch, and he gave a muttered oath against her breast as she filled his hand with hot liquid. Fuck she was close!

  Completely charmed, André laughed. "Elizabeth, you are such an insatiable little slut," he said. He had intended to withhold her orgasms, only letting her climax when his cock was deep in her ass. This was to ensure that she was frantic and needy, eager to be butt fucked. Yet this woman was a true submissive, and would be desperate and needy for anything he wanted. If she were his, he would train her to even enjoy being caned. She had served him well, and he didn't want to deny her. Indeed, he wished to reward her eager passion.

  "Mon cher," he said, "Do you want to come for me? Now, before I fuck your ass?"

  "Oh God, yes please, Sir!"

  "Bon. But you will not climax until I say."

  "No, Sir."

  With his hand cupping her pussy, André pushed two fingers into her soaking wet heat and earned himself a sound from Elizabeth that was a cross between a cry and a groan as her tight cunt pulsed. "Ah, ah, ah," she began to chant as André's thumb stroked her engorged clit in a manner that was expertly calculated to madden her. Elizabeth shivered & trembled as if enduring some sort of an internal earthquake. When André felt her entire body tense and still, ready to explode he said, "Come for me, mon cher. I want to feel it. Come now."

  Elizabeth reacted instantly, screaming as the walls of her pussy contracted tightly around his fingers. "Oh! Oh, ohhhh!" Wailing crazed shrieks of pleasure, Elizabeth fell against his arm, thrusting against him, thrashing, whimpering and moaning.

  André watched it all by looking at them together in the mirror. The woman was ravenous, so hungry for sex. She had been deprived for too long. It awakened a primal ruthless urge to give her exactly what she sought. From the first, he had been guided by the numerous and varied noises she made – such thrilling sounds from her sweet lips! And for the climax it was always the so vastly eloquent and affecting screams. André held her steady with his other arm, wrapped around her waist, while still continuing to finger her through her aftershocks murmuring soft French words of endearment.

  There was such power in Elizabeth's orgasms, and such force in her internal muscles. How amazing would it feel when she climaxed with his cock deep in her ass? For the muscles in her asshole would be stronger than those in her sex. They would squeeze down upon him like a vice. And even though he had only just climaxed himself, his cock began to twitch and harden once more with the thought.

  Sir arranged a light afternoon snack and sat Elizabeth, still restrained, on his lap. There he hand fed her cheese and crackers, and generous liquid refreshments. After a forty minute rest, he was ready to attend to her derrière. He had put it off, savoring the idea, imagining all the possibilities of how he would go about it, but now the time had come. With her arms tied behind her, he took her to the bathroom, one domineering hand on her bound wrists. He sat on the toilet and bent her over him, removing the large anal plug when she lay upon his lap. Then she used the toilet once more and afterwards he again washed her well with a warm washcloth.

  André took Elizabeth over to the four poster bed, and removed her corset. He teased her for some time, kissing and biting, fucking her mouth with his tongue, making her whimper and moan while running his hands over her back and buttocks. When he finished, Elizabeth's hair was mussed, her lips were swollen, and she looked ravenous and wild-eyed, desperate to have him, exactly as he had planned.

  "Mon cher, we leave the garters and stockings, you understand. But now we are both naked, yes?"

  "Yes, Sir," she said.

  André loved how the woman blushed over almost anything. She was not such an innocent, surely? And yet, all that he was doing to her was new. His shaft began to harden further as he thought of what he would teach her and all that he wished to do. "Un moment. Turn around, Elizabeth, I wish to braid your hair." He took a brush and hair tie from the bedside table drawer, and brushed her hair out, competently braiding it. "It will be a handle for me, mon cher, like a horse's reins. Something to hold when I mount you, you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," Elizabeth said dreamily.

  13. Spanking and Cropping

  André laughed, pleased at how responsive she was, how utterly under his control - this woman who had been unable to orgasm. He took the necktie off her wrists and put the soft fur cuffs on them. Then he moved them to her front, attaching them to the bedpost at the foot of the bed at shoulder height. "Hold on to this post, Elizabeth. Do not take your hands from here."

  André stroked her back, pushing it down and bending her forward. This way her buttocks stuck out behind her. "Oui, like that mon cher," he said. "Spread the legs." When
she did, he tsked disapprovingly and nudged them much further apart. "I want access to both your oh so luscious feminine holes," he explained and laughed when she blushed once more.

  André didn't pause to explain. His cock was rock hard, and he was hungry to take Elizabeth's final virginity. With one hand on each of her white butt cheeks, he spread them wide, focusing on her rosebud entry point. His tongue began to lick around the rim, teasing her, and he squeezed her cheeks. Something low in his gut clenched with desire as her tight little hole contracted. Restively shifting, she tried to evade him.

  "Don't move," he said and pulled her closer in order to get her ready her for his cock. When André put his firm heated tongue right into her, Elizabeth gave a small cry of surprise and shifted forward.

  "Be still and let me touch you," he said. There was nothing he liked better than preparing her for penetration, and he imagined slipping his cock into her taut hole exactly as his tongue was doing. Once more he ignored her, pulling her back into position, tickling and stroking that ring of tense nerves. But she was flinching and restless and wouldn't hold still. Well. He would give her something to think about.

  "Elizabeth," he said in a quiet, somber voice. "Lift up on your toes." When she did he stroked her buttocks and said, "Higher," he said. "I want you to feel it in your calves and thighs." He stood back and looked at her, and she turned and regarded him with a wary expression, clearly uneasy.

  "Mon cher," he said. "I am going to spank you, because you are misbehaving." He watched her body tremble. "You will thank me, mon cher, when I am done. Prepare yourself, and do not try to evade the pain. Accept it and it will go easier."

  Without waiting for a reply he struck her with the flat of his hand on the curve of her buttocks, a nice, hard crack to start. Elizabeth gasped and cried out and her feet moved flat to the floor. "Non. Back up on your toes," he demanded fiercely. She obeyed, and he hit her again, making her buttocks shake. She tensed and struggled to be brave, and something in his chest clenched hard as he watched her. This small stubborn woman was trying very hard to please him, and he felt privileged and grateful to help her discover her sexuality.

  André had a lot of experience spanking women, and he was simply warming her up for now, waking up her nerve endings, bringing the lower half of her body alive. Merde she was so sexy in her garter and stockings, her luscious derrière and pussy displayed for his use. Even though he had recently climaxed, his cock pulsed to life, excited at the sight of her accepting his punishment. He struck her again and again across both buttocks, a little harder now, and then paused and caressed her abused derrière and moved to her waist. Elizabeth was breathing hard. His palm slid down her back and belly, cupping her mound with his hand, softly stroking her clit.

  Mon Dieu! The woman was dripping - she did not dislike this spanking so much after all. Elizabeth made a noise then, a hungry sound of need and André smiled, knowing that he was causing powerful and sensuous stirrings in her swollen, engorged sex. But she had closed her legs slightly and that annoyed him. He told her to put her feet down flat on the floor while he moved off to the armoire. When he came back he had a set of brutal nipple clamps, a crop, a cane and a spreader bar. He cuffed both of her ankles to the bar, and he explained what it was, as it was her first time.

  "Mon cher, you annoy me by closing the legs. Now I prevent this. You are helpless to my désirs masculins. I have been patient, but now I am not. My cock is hard and you are wet and ready. I want you. I will cause you pain, yes, but we have discussed this. Your pain is part of my pleasure, yet you will like it, mon cher, j'assure. First I take your pussy and then your virgin ass."

  When she didn't reply he said, "Elizabeth, what do you say to me?"

  "Yes, Sir," she said, her eyes wide with alarm.

  He bent over her neck, and spoke in a slow, low whisper into her ear. "You have no choice, mon cher. Be brave now and take what I give you. You will scream and cry and beg me to fuck you in the ass before I am done, I swear." He felt a shudder go through her at these words, and he tensed holding back a wave of palpable lust. André cleared his throat. "When I finish mon cher, you will thank me, j'assure."

  He took his time to run his hands over her body then, admiring her shapely, red buttocks. Then he fingered her moist folds and tapped and stroked her clit, keeping her eager and on the edge of climax. Elizabeth arched and squirmed, making soft, needy sounds. He put nipple clamps on. They were a particularly vicious set and she cried out and complained but he ignored her. André would not be able to keep them on long, but they would give her something else to think about other than her sore buttocks.

  When all was ready he made her stand on her toes once more and began to really lay into her with his hand, striking both round globes, leaving her buttocks red and warm. From time to time he stopped and stroked her sore cheeks, running his hand in circles and fondling her slit, her outer lips and clit. Elizabeth was panting. The pulse in her neck was beating rapidly, her eyes were heavy lidded and lust dazed. She was wetter than ever, and her sweet scent filed the room, while her slick essence coated his fingers. Utterly aroused, Elizabeth now made continuous inarticulate sounds of need.

  "Do not dare come, mon cher. Not without my permission. Do you want to come for me?"

  "Yes, Sir! God yes."

  He laughed. "I told you that you would like what I do. But I am not finished." He took the riding crop then and began with lighter stokes, building up to something fierce, she cried out in protest but he ignored her, his cock getting harder and harder as he watched her struggle to accept the pain. Her white orbs had red welts now, as well as numerous handprints. He stopped often to finger her, playing with Elizabeth's clit and gaping, needy cunt. With his hands possessively gripping her thighs, from time to time he ate her out, licking her slit and wet folds, bringing her close, so close to climax.

  As Elizabeth was too close to coming, he tugged on her nipple clamps to distract her. Elizabeth cried out, and while her attention was on her nipples, he gave her two hard crops on her pussy – just the swollen labia area. She shrieked and wailed and André quickly moved to soothe her, putting two fingers into her glistening moist hole, while licking her slit and engorged clit.

  Elizabeth moaned, and he didn't know if she was moaning from pleasure or pain. But he spread her hot butt cheeks and licked and teased her rim and asshole, thrusting his tongue in. When her cunt began to pulse and she made shaky, uncontrolled sobs of desperate need he drew away, pleased that he had brought her back to the edge of climax so quickly.

  André adored it all, causing her pain, causing her pleasure, making her mindless, begging and pleading with utterly shameless desire. Elizabeth's legs were too tired now to remain on her tip toes and he allowed her to relax them, yet he knew that in the time that she had been on her toes she now would have the maximum amount of blood flowing through her calves, thighs and pelvic regions. It would all contribute to delicious sensations in her anus and her sex.

  But he wasn't finished yet.

  14. The Cane

  "Mon cher," he said in a warning tone, stroking her hair and her nape. "I want to hurt you now, with this cane." He showed her the object and she stared at it with sex-glazed eyes. "I want to give you three hard strokes." As he spoke he pulled on her nipple clamps, making her whimper. "They will hurt, and they will mark your skin for a week, perhaps more. This will be the last of all punishment this day, I swear. This is what I desire, mon cher. I will not do it if you refuse me. May I mark you? If I hurt you with this, you must try not to brace and flinch. You must accept this pain for me. For me, mon cher, to please me and make me happy. Do you agree?"

  Panting, sweating and breathless Elizabeth said, "Not…not between the legs?"

  "No. The buttocks only."

  "Then I can come?"

  André laughed. "I do not make the bargain with you, Elizabeth." His palms both ran over her body, in sensual, teasing caresses, moving lower then holding and softly tracing her mound and folds, with a d
elicate alluring touch. "You will climax for me, yes and it will be an explosion of memorable proportion, but je suis désolé. You will not climax until my cock is deep in your ass mon cher. Non. Neither of us will – so together we suffer, you and me. But you must accept this pain because you want to please me, or not at all. Make your choice, mon cher. Now."

  "Go ahead, Sir," was her immediate response. "The more you hurt me it seems the more I want you to. It's too much to figure out right now. I trust you not to really hurt me. Do your worst and I'll take it."

  André laughed and gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead. "You will not regret it, mon cher. You make me very happy." The husband Mark, André knew, would not be pleased with her welts, but c'est la vie. The man was already angry. In preparation, André spent some time licking her asshole, curling his tongue inside her while stroking her sensitive nub and putting two fingers inside her slit. He knew exactly how much he could do before she came, and when she was shuddering, on the edge of climax, he stood back and hit her hard with the cane.

  "Owww!" Elizabeth screamed in surprise and clenched her butt cheeks. André immediately stroked them, circling them softly and blowing on the red heat.

  "Mon cher?" André saw that there were tears running down Elizabeth's face. Her body was flushed and shining with sweat and he thought that he had never seen her look so beautiful. She was taking this pain for him, and his heart swelled as he thought how generous she was, and how much he appreciated her. He murmured soothing French words into her ear, stroking her hair and telling her just how much he cherished her. Then he went back to her feminine folds, her clit and pussy, working them over with his mouth and tongue and fingers, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm.

  "Mon cher, do not flinch. Push your delicious derrière out for me, and accept this second stroke now." He was impressed - she had courage this small submissive woman. Elizabeth pushed her ass up and out for him and took a deep breath. Once more he struck her with the cane, this time in a different place. Once more she screamed and once more he went to soothe the ache, blowing on the welt and stroking and soothing and whispering French endearments. Then he brought her back to near climax by lightly stimulating her sopping cunt and engorged clit with soft, clever caresses from his fingers, mouth and tongue.